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Almond Eyes
Culling the tones
A noisy listless day
In a cube of green
The swelling of the heart
He avoids the panic
Stinging broken hinge
The squeak that is so maddening
And never seems to quit
His soul shall pour
Within the wire well
Where people will ignore it
And he who spoke aloud
He dreams of almond eyes
To delight him like before
And each night spent without
Is a day spent reflecting
She that lights a canvas
Who sends communique
And tries her understanding
As a way we could relate
They wrap upon in solitude
Immobilized by warm
As one of two felines
May make themselves apparent
She believes in him
He tries to see her view
They continue to deliberate
Squeeze a little tighter
Routines made in gray
Shadows painted pink
Breathing in the flower
Having good discussions
Funny things in cozy places
Laying prone and steady
Laughing at a joke
Moments spent on living
All was said too early
All was spoken quickly
Lifting dressing for the boss
Heading off to work
Shout without a narrative
Fall asleep together
Pray for blue and brown
To meet within the hour
And have a spot of lunch
Complain about the others
Enjoying her enjoying him
Kiss before departing
Talk all day for miles
And sit to write some stillness
About the one that moves you
And how she deserves it all.
